errors in compassion

burned dust smell from a glue fixed television
distance daring glance focalocity
ruffle feathers in a pillow once foresaken
ashtray overflows to the tune of fire engines -
crashing through a food run -
sirens blare - but you're hardly alerted

mumbling words about a government that's
lost it's train of benevolence , impoverity ,
compassionalism

dead lip lingo turns to a tight lid weep -
and the ferocity of the matchsticks crackling in
another's kitchen drawer -
consumption small within the consumating
supernova - count the campfires in the bedrooms
the toilet paper burning before the shower
curtain drools and turns against it's master
the fumes pick the lock -
then insinuate themselves into a
poison fluid , adrift and disloyal

can't kick contempt for the saviors - can't
call them human without gagging on
the resemblance

missionettes cut out oaktag angels -
they love ponies , and unicorns , and
sharing love -
maternal instincts in children harnassed to churn
and turn the crank of jeuvenile
sweatshop mournography

- our rituals are flawed -
- our saviors are flawed -

last screams with fault and echoes are consuming you
horror waits in line - drip - drip -- agony overload

it's opportunity a flash -
windows ... tight , tight -- music blaring
the undertones like anvil fists
and the subtle din from locations indescernable
the everywhere screach fills the bones in your ears
shaking , slamming - vibro staccato
your eyes' insides - pitted and scalded by
the images the world window throws at you -
smash the T.V. again .... make it go awry

you 're reborn to you're exalted damnation
wishy want got you here
bit off far more than you'd have chosen to chew

you stopped your everyday for a second's misfire -
pompous alloy of concern and thoughtfulness
you thought you'd gather the world's pain in a teardrop ...
but there was so much more ...
so much more
you freethought yourself into an unopposed election -
and you won

so sexy serious , now - so sentry sorrowfilled
look what you've done to your mother's baby boy
the relentless holocaust that's everyday somewhere
is your's - first to see and hear - the guardian of
everyone's last gasp .... the unknown target of
all final pleas -------

the position was vacant -
you couldn't have known
you dared to seek pain -
that wasn't your own

you requested mistakenly -
what you reveared ....
humanity's nomination
to be god's eyes and ears

What a fantastic piece...the last three stanzas sew this one up perfectly! Your pieces have such a great flow with insight as sharp as a razor. I wish I could see some new productions from that beautiful mind of yours. : ) Ciao, T/S

wow. as purr said 'wordmotion' excellent... i get the sense of the monstrosity, gangling hugeness of sorrow, of the truths in the world... 'wishy want...etc' is exceptional; like a quarter in the jar of a junkie don't do much good... if you dig.